Somewhere I Belong
Prologue
"Guess what day it is!" Lizzie McGuire asked as she bounded over to her locker where her two best friends, Miranda Sanchez and David "Gordo" Gordon currently stood.
"The day after Thursday?" Gordo asked. Lizzie shot him a look.
"Try again."
"It's Friday, Lizzie." Miranda said. "I have a French test."
"Aren't you guys forgetting something important?" Lizzie asked.
"Like what?" Miranda asked. She and Gordo looked at each other strangely, then realization dawned on them.
"Oh my god, I fully forgot!" Miranda exclaimed. Lizzie sighed, relieved.
"Yeah...so I was thinking..."
"...today's opening day of that new Josh Hartnett movie." Miranda added.
Lizzie's face fell. "Oh. Right. Yeah, Josh Hartnett."
"Shit, Lizzie, hold my books for me, I gotta pull something outta my locker." Gordo said, piling a rather large pile of books in her arms.
"Oof!" she said. "Gordo..." her prepared rant at Gordo was cut off when he pulled a huge gift bag out of his locker.
"Did you honestly think we would forget?" Miranda scolded as she pulled an equally big giftbag out of her locker. Gordo yanked his books away from her and they handed her the gifts.
"You guys!" she gasped. "Oh my gosh!"
Gordo laughed. "We've been doing this to you every year since sixth grade, you woulda thought you would have caught on by now."
But right now Lizzie was too happy to bother with a snappy comeback. Pawing through Gordo's bag, she pulled out a pair of black tuxedo pants with silver sequins down the side of each leg and a lacy black shirt with bell sleeves. "Wow, Gordo, these are really nice. You even got the right sizes."
"Yeah, well, he had some help." Miranda spoke up.
"Just with the sizes!" Gordo argued.
Miranda shot him a look.
"And with the store." Gordo added.
"Ahem!" Miranda cleared her throat.
"And the color."
Lizzie laughed. "I don't care, it's the thought that counts. Plus these are really awesome!"
"There's more." Gordo said.
"More?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah...I'll give you your real present later tonight." Gordo said.
"Why, what's later tonight?" Lizzie asked. "I mean, besides dinner with my parents and Matt."
"Well, we're all eighteen now..." Miranda said.
"So we're taking you to The End." Gordo put in.
"The End?" Lizzie exclaimed. "You mean the hottest club in Hillridge?"
"That's the one." Miranda replied. "Do you love me or do you love me?"
Lizzie shrieked, hugging her best friend. "I fully love you!"
Just then the bell rang.
"Well, you guys can save the love fest for study hall, because we need to get to class." Gordo said.
"Ugh, class." Miranda said.
"I think you can survive for two more weeks, Miranda. Then we're done with high school!" Lizzie said.
"It'll be so good." Miranda said.
"Definitely." Lizzie agreed.
Just then, the second bell rang, announcing them all late for class. The three friends looked at each other.
"Shit!" they all said, and scrambled for class.
Later that day...
"Thanks for the cake, mom. It was really great." Lizzie said as she helped her mom clean up. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Lizzie, we need to talk to you about something." Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mother, said.
"What is it? I only have so much time, Gordo and Miranda are gonna be here any moment."
"Lizzie, you may wanna sit down." Lizzie's father Sam McGuire advised.
"Is it bad?" Lizzie inquired softly.
"Not necessarily." Jo said. "Lizzie, we haven't been totally honest with you about something."
Lizzie's eyes darted between her parents. "What? Mom, just tell me."
"Lizzie, you and your brother are both adopted." Sam said.
"WHAT?!?" Lizzie exclaimed. "Mom, tell Dad to cut it out, I know pranking Lizzie on her birthday is a tradition, but you're taking it too far!"
"We decided we would tell you on your eighteenth birthday." Jo stated. "Lizzie, don't say anything to Matt, he doesn't know yet."
"So...you're not my real mother?" Lizzie asked.
"Lizzie, we raised you, we fed you, we took care of you. We loved you. I couldn't have children of my own. You and Matt were both...and still are such blessings." Jo said.
"You're not my real parents?" Lizzie repeated.
"Biological, no. But we loved you as much as any parent loves any child." Sam said.
"I can't believe this...you're lying. You're lying!!!" Lizzie yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"Lizzie, we had to tell you." Jo said.
"Then why did you wait so long? How could you do this to me? Why are you doing this?" Lizzie cried. Jo moved forward to touch her daughter's shoulder, but Lizzie just jerked away. "Don't touch me!" she shrieked.
"Lizzie..." Sam started.
"Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda are here!" Matt yelled. Gordo and Miranda walked into the kitchen, smiles on their faces.
"Hey, Lizzie, you ready...whoa. Lizzie what's wrong?" Gordo asked.
"Are you okay?" Miranda asked.
Lizzie struggled to hold the tears in, but it was a losing battle.
"Guys...I don't feel like going to the club anymore." she said before running upstairs.
Prologue
"Guess what day it is!" Lizzie McGuire asked as she bounded over to her locker where her two best friends, Miranda Sanchez and David "Gordo" Gordon currently stood.
"The day after Thursday?" Gordo asked. Lizzie shot him a look.
"Try again."
"It's Friday, Lizzie." Miranda said. "I have a French test."
"Aren't you guys forgetting something important?" Lizzie asked.
"Like what?" Miranda asked. She and Gordo looked at each other strangely, then realization dawned on them.
"Oh my god, I fully forgot!" Miranda exclaimed. Lizzie sighed, relieved.
"Yeah...so I was thinking..."
"...today's opening day of that new Josh Hartnett movie." Miranda added.
Lizzie's face fell. "Oh. Right. Yeah, Josh Hartnett."
"Shit, Lizzie, hold my books for me, I gotta pull something outta my locker." Gordo said, piling a rather large pile of books in her arms.
"Oof!" she said. "Gordo..." her prepared rant at Gordo was cut off when he pulled a huge gift bag out of his locker.
"Did you honestly think we would forget?" Miranda scolded as she pulled an equally big giftbag out of her locker. Gordo yanked his books away from her and they handed her the gifts.
"You guys!" she gasped. "Oh my gosh!"
Gordo laughed. "We've been doing this to you every year since sixth grade, you woulda thought you would have caught on by now."
But right now Lizzie was too happy to bother with a snappy comeback. Pawing through Gordo's bag, she pulled out a pair of black tuxedo pants with silver sequins down the side of each leg and a lacy black shirt with bell sleeves. "Wow, Gordo, these are really nice. You even got the right sizes."
"Yeah, well, he had some help." Miranda spoke up.
"Just with the sizes!" Gordo argued.
Miranda shot him a look.
"And with the store." Gordo added.
"Ahem!" Miranda cleared her throat.
"And the color."
Lizzie laughed. "I don't care, it's the thought that counts. Plus these are really awesome!"
"There's more." Gordo said.
"More?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah...I'll give you your real present later tonight." Gordo said.
"Why, what's later tonight?" Lizzie asked. "I mean, besides dinner with my parents and Matt."
"Well, we're all eighteen now..." Miranda said.
"So we're taking you to The End." Gordo put in.
"The End?" Lizzie exclaimed. "You mean the hottest club in Hillridge?"
"That's the one." Miranda replied. "Do you love me or do you love me?"
Lizzie shrieked, hugging her best friend. "I fully love you!"
Just then the bell rang.
"Well, you guys can save the love fest for study hall, because we need to get to class." Gordo said.
"Ugh, class." Miranda said.
"I think you can survive for two more weeks, Miranda. Then we're done with high school!" Lizzie said.
"It'll be so good." Miranda said.
"Definitely." Lizzie agreed.
Just then, the second bell rang, announcing them all late for class. The three friends looked at each other.
"Shit!" they all said, and scrambled for class.
Later that day...
"Thanks for the cake, mom. It was really great." Lizzie said as she helped her mom clean up. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Lizzie, we need to talk to you about something." Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mother, said.
"What is it? I only have so much time, Gordo and Miranda are gonna be here any moment."
"Lizzie, you may wanna sit down." Lizzie's father Sam McGuire advised.
"Is it bad?" Lizzie inquired softly.
"Not necessarily." Jo said. "Lizzie, we haven't been totally honest with you about something."
Lizzie's eyes darted between her parents. "What? Mom, just tell me."
"Lizzie, you and your brother are both adopted." Sam said.
"WHAT?!?" Lizzie exclaimed. "Mom, tell Dad to cut it out, I know pranking Lizzie on her birthday is a tradition, but you're taking it too far!"
"We decided we would tell you on your eighteenth birthday." Jo stated. "Lizzie, don't say anything to Matt, he doesn't know yet."
"So...you're not my real mother?" Lizzie asked.
"Lizzie, we raised you, we fed you, we took care of you. We loved you. I couldn't have children of my own. You and Matt were both...and still are such blessings." Jo said.
"You're not my real parents?" Lizzie repeated.
"Biological, no. But we loved you as much as any parent loves any child." Sam said.
"I can't believe this...you're lying. You're lying!!!" Lizzie yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"Lizzie, we had to tell you." Jo said.
"Then why did you wait so long? How could you do this to me? Why are you doing this?" Lizzie cried. Jo moved forward to touch her daughter's shoulder, but Lizzie just jerked away. "Don't touch me!" she shrieked.
"Lizzie..." Sam started.
"Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda are here!" Matt yelled. Gordo and Miranda walked into the kitchen, smiles on their faces.
"Hey, Lizzie, you ready...whoa. Lizzie what's wrong?" Gordo asked.
"Are you okay?" Miranda asked.
Lizzie struggled to hold the tears in, but it was a losing battle.
"Guys...I don't feel like going to the club anymore." she said before running upstairs.
